The train is the truth.

Choo-Choo.

Also, I am a Satanist.

I have no friends now because of that.

Lol.

Russians being beheaded lmao.

I burn my penis to get myself off.

Poem I brought in for school. Got a detention and reccomendations for counseling.

Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying in terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line.

Fetishes:

Fire
Blood
Bondage
Furry
Eyes
Incest
Bukkake
Hentai
Skinny Ppls
Teachers
Lightning

I like this song. Sure, it's screaming but... good enough for me!

Fire
Blood
Bondage
Furry
Eyes
Incest
Bukkake
Hentai
Skinny Ppls
Teachers
Lightning

Okay, in case you didn't know, I have two mental illnesses, the first, I really don't know if it's an illness:

Pyromania
Schizophrenia

If you have any questions about them, feel free to ask!

Okay, here's how I discovered my fire fetish and Pyromaniac status:

When I was a wee lad of 10 years old, I was walking home and paticularily angry about being teased. I stomp off through some bushes into a small group of trees and notice something on the ground: A pack of matches.

As I am very curious about things when angered, I picked it up and lit one. The fire blazed in my eyes and I held on to it until it scorched my fingers. I didn't care. I loved it.

I suddenly got a strange idea. I gathered a whole bunch of dry leaves together and lit them on fire. Now let me tell you, there was ALOT of leaves.

The fire was actually really big. You know when you go out to a bonfire? It was about the same size of that. I began to realize the erection in my pants, watching the sexy scene going on in front of me.

The fire went on for about 5 more minutes, and I was instantly happy again. It was probably the happiest moment of my life so far.

About my Schizophrenia:

I see things. Alot of things.

I've seen children be murdered.
I've seen a man get his eyeballs scooped out with a spoon. (Oh god, you can just fucking feel that, can't you?)
I've seen children melt through ceilings, staring at me with hollow, black eyes.
I've seen paintings move.

I've had conversations go on inside my head. It might simply be me arguing with my brain. Or it might be something else, some incomprehensible chatter go on and on and on, like white noise. Only imagine it at max volume.

SONG OF THE WEEK: SUFFER SOME - JANE'S ADDICTION

Lol ghey

Also, this is negro approved.

Lol ghey fake shit

Lawl

I have a blood fetish.

I played Gears of War and nearly had an orgasm when I chainsaw'd a guy.

And I hope Sharkey has blood play in her erotic stories.

Also, add my msn, rjhreilly@hotmail.com

I love you guys!

EDIT: Sharky made me a blood play story.

He was lying on his bed, naked. Just him and the razor.

Staring at the tool with a strong look of lust, Gerard began to lower it to his arm. Quivering, he grew more and more aroused as it came closer to his skin. A smile began to spread on his pale face.

The razor met his skin. It was cold, so exquisitely cold on his flesh that he drew in a deep breath, shaking in anticipation. Pressing his metal lover against his skin, Gerard dragged it, slowly, a red line forming like a marker drawing on paper.

Blood came out, a beautiful red flood. Moaning, he rubbed his hand all over the wound, painting it scarlet. His member, hot and erect, grew ever more hard as the hand came closer, dripping with blood.

Licking his lips, he wrapped his hand around his penis. Moving slow at first, torturing himself with the need to come. Gerard began to move his hand faster, quicker, as he face grew flushed and his black hair covered and uncovered his face.

He came, white cum mixing with the blood. Lying flat on his back, Gerard sighed shakily in contentment. He picked up his razor, his little metal slut, and clutched it in his hand, falling asleep with it soundly.

HAWT!

rjhreilly@hotmail.com

Hold me...

To be honest, I'm not surprised.

Thoughts, opinions?